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I don’t know why but this particular day
Something about you just seemed different
to me
I didn’t know that you could talk that way
You were a real good person with real bad
taste
And you could say that this was easy for me
But you were runnin’ outta gasoline
I got home, and you were stuck in the
driveway
Had a problem with me fallin’ in love
You got stoned
It was never enough—you said
“Yr kinda cute, but you drink too much
And all you do is get faded
And complain about stuff”
Now what you said isn’t just some small
thing
Yr not the queen of my heart, I’m not yr
dance hall king
I got dropped, and I could hardly stand up
And you go
Oh-wa-uh-o
You say you wait wait wait wait wait wait
It got easier
But you still wish you had stayed
It got dirtier
You said “babe you keep me clean”
But I was barely awake anyway
And then you found me on a different day
I got drowned
It was a difficult way
To go out
When I could hardly stand up
If I’m yr favorite it’s not a surprise
Don’t wait up
You might as well try
I won’t tell
Bout the beginning of us
And you go
Oh-wa-uh-o
You say you wait wait wait wait wait wait
It got easier
But you still wish you had stayed
It got dirtier
You said “babe you keep me clean”
But I was barely awake anyway
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shape up or ship out
04:26
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Would you just grow up, or would you just
let me do it?
I’m tryina bide my time writing anything but
the truth
Would you just shut up, or is it too hard for
you?
And would you leave me beaten black and
baby blue?
So I walked off, left my head in the sand
With a dollar in my wallet and a rock in my
hand
I was so uptight for a while, and I lost it.
And you hung me to dry but that was par for
the course then
So baby, shape up or ship out
And maybe you pinched on the parson’s
side
Cause right now, I’m too high to be nice
Your bedside’s primed for the night of a
lifetime
So I was drinking tall boys, past out in the
bathroom
I know I’m cratchin’ out, but I promise I’m
coming back soon
Getting tired of John Denver and George
Jones
I oughtta get goin', I'm tryina go home
But that was it, how you wanted to shake it
up
Yr tryina stay hydated—a waste of a paper
cup, I
Got a problem with cattle brandin’ and blood
ties
I’ve had enough “nice”
So baby, shape up or ship out
And maybe you pinched on the parson’s
side
Cause right now, I’m too high to be nice
Your bedside’s primed for the night of a
lifetime
Bobby Womack—wanna go back
Traded taste of a wasted evening
Switchin’ windows, tryina get close
Far away from a lazy weekend
Wishin’ Codeine was still a slow theme
You can say that we’ll keep it breezy
You complain though, turn on the radio
I’ll be listening to “Take It Easy”
Take it easy x4
So baby, shape up or ship out
And maybe you pinched on the parson’s
side
Cause right now, I’m too high to be nice
Your bedside’s primed for the night of a
lifetime
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waste my time
02:57
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you don’t wanna call it romance
you wouldn’t even build a snowman
all i wanted was to slowdance
with the queen of the dirt
and you don’t wanna take it easy
you find it harder to believe me
when all I wanna do is lay in bed
completely inert
but i don’t wanna waste all of my time
telling you that this will be alright
and I wanna say it’s sink or swim
if yr just gonna fuckin sink
but don’t you ever go home
just don’t waste my time
and you didn’t wanna be a princess
which was perfectly fine
and i don’t need for you to regress
in hopes i’ll fall into line
cause i’ve just had it with the vague
sentences
like “i love you, but i don’t need you”
i just want this whole thing put to rest
can we call it a night?
but i don’t wanna waste all of my time
telling you that this will be alright
and i don't wanna say it’s sink or swim
if yr just gonna fuckin’ sink
but don’t you ever go home?
just don’t waste my time
just don’t waste my time
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4. |
someone to talk to
03:37
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now it’s been almost a year
since you said you’d be right back
with the backdrop a taxi
in the aerosol freeze
you said “if i’m honest,
i think if i wasn’t leavin’,
you wouldn’t have any reason to talk to me”
now it’s slicker than cinnamon
on the roof of yr mouth
there’s medicine in the water
if you can keep it all down
if i made it harder than it had needed to be
it didn’t give you a reason to talk to me
well you got obliterated
lost in yr thoughts on the walk back to bed
it’s hard to articulate it
so many words for how little you said
you’ve gotta fake it babe
just take a chance, try to make it better
it only gets scarier
you say you think I’d make a great
communicator someday
someone to talk to
while i was draggin’ my fists
i had the time of my life
and you were runnin’ a bath
you had yr hand on the knife
yr stepmom emptied the trash
saw where the cutlery went
proceeded to ask me just how my night was
spent
and we got obliterated
there’s not a lot left for the rest of the night
i got you situated
a glass from the tap and I switched off the
light
you’ve gotta face it babe
you took a chance and you came
untethered
it only got scarier
you say you think i’d make a great
communicator someone
234 talk to
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5. |
sewn yrself shut
03:15
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You got yr day job, didn’t think it’d be like
that
You wanted nights off—now you’re just tired
and borin-
side your head it’s only young adult fiction
It’s pretty basic, but it’s pretty goddamn
important
With your candy pants, and all your bold-
faced lies
Smoking your cigarettes, chasing your
summer nights
You opened up and sewed yrself shut
You’ve got me talkin’ to myself in the mirror
I fuckin’ hate that, I only do that when I’m
faded
Wiry frame up where you hang up your
anger
It’s getting grizzly, but we always trim this
shit down
You with your candy pants and all your
bold-faced lies
Smoking your cigarettes chasing your
summer nights
You opened up and sewed yrself shut
While you were tuckin’ your tail, you had
your nose on the rail
You opened up and sewed yourself shut
Life was checkin’ your chin so hard it left
your head spinnin’
You opened up and sewed yourself shut
I eat Totino’s while I watch my TedX’s
They make me feel smarter, but the work’s
already been done
You got me hot me taught me whiskey and
water
The damage done did—we never know
when to quit
You with your candy pants and all your
bold-faced lies
Smoking your cigarettes, chasing your
summer nights
You opened up and sewed yourself shut
While you were duckin’ your tale, you had
your nose on the rail
You opened up and sewed yourself shut
Life was checkin’ your chin so hard it left
your head spinnin’
You opened up and sewed yourself shut
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